She brought her gaze up from the field. “Not a cur,” she agreed. “You are a lone wolf.” With a graceful motion, she motioned to a nearby Were, one that looked oddly familiar, in fact. He hastened forward with a leather-bound checkbook the size of a Bible, which took two hands to handle. “It’s the lone wolf that is the most dangerous,” she said as she wrote. “They also have extremely short life spans. Get yourself a pack, Ms. Morgan.”

The rip of the check was loud. I wasn’t sure if she was giving me advice or a threat. “Thank you, I have one,” I said, not looking at the amount as I tucked it in my bag. The smooth shape of the baseball touched my knuckles and I pulled it out. I set it into her waiting hand. “I’ll leave before the game starts,” I said, knowing there was no way they would let me back in the stands. “How long am I banned for?”

“Life,” she said, smiling like the devil herself. “I, too, am not a cur.”

I smiled back, genuinely liking the older woman. Glenn drifted closer. I took the champagne he handed me and set it on the windowsill. “Good-bye, Mrs. Sarong.”

She inclined her head as way of dismissal, the second flute of champagne Glenn had brought resting easy in her grip. Three young men lurked behind her, sulky and well-groomed. I was glad I didn’t have her job, though it looked as if the perks were great.

Glenn’s shoes sounded loud on the concrete as we made our way back to the front gate without the help of Matt and his golf cart.

“You’ll tell everyone good-bye for me?” I asked, meaning Nick.

“Sure.” His eyes were on the huge signs with their letters and arrows pointing to the exits. The sun was warm when we found it, and I relaxed as I went to stand at the bus stop. Glenn came to a halt beside me and handed me my hat. “About your fee—” he started.

“Glenn,” I said as I put it on, “like I told your dad, don’t worry about it. I’m grateful for them paying off my I.S. contract, and with the two thousand Trent gave me, I’ve enough to see me through until my arm heals.”

“Would you shut up?” he said, digging in his pocket. “We worked something out.”

I turned, my gaze dropping to the key in his hands and then rising to his eyes.

“We couldn’t get approval to reimburse you for the canceled class, but there was this car in impound. The insurance agency salvaged the title, so we couldn’t put it up for auction.”

A car? Edden was going to give me a car?